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yummy lines, Janet! the rest of you listpeople... i'm back, at least, temporarily... -- Bob Marcacci I know the butterfly is my soul grown weak from battle. - John Wieners > From: Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> > Reply-To: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" <[log in to unmask]> > Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2008 15:03:05 +0800 > To: <[log in to unmask]> > Subject: 'Alien-eyed' revised > > Alien-eyed (Flaneur) > > So I will be your > flaneur, yes, > that's what I will be, > flanerie my technique > of touching your > > Flanerie, not flattery. I will > not paint -- I will photograph > your constructed > your concreted skin > your starred and lit / your > banner camera hair > your dirty ruined / your > crumble and birdshit > > This angular flapper frame will walk > its dancy walk all over your. > Observe my mannish > my collection of quirky > my faux fur and genuine leather / my > shoeshined, styled, alien-eyed / my > > Never actual/present, existing > only in pataphor, yet > coming to get you > > -- > Janet Jackson > [log in to unmask] > www.proximity.webhop.net > www.myspace.com/poetjj